A good neighbor

with both of her mammaries, and slowly got both of her nipples standing well clear of her puckered areolas. Only then did her hand make its way down her body and come to rest on her mons. Again, her actions were slow and deliberate as she used the tip of one finger to softly tease her glistening opening, and begin collecting some of her increasingly available oils to her clitoris. I caught myself holding my breath as I watched her begin teasing herself — toying with her erecting clit, teasing the entrance to her vagina with the tip of her finger, and moving her hand up to gently pinch and pull on her nipples.

As I looked on, her labia got slightly thicker and darker; the small knot of her clitoris came completely out from under its protective cover, and the opening between her thighs got visibly wet from the fluids escaping her. Her face had developed a faint blush, and I could hear her softly panting with her increasing arousal. Several minutes went by like that, with me watching in silence as she pleased herself, moving closer and closer to an orgasm.

I had a pretty good idea of how aroused she was from the sounds she was making, and the ways she was touching herself — and knew that she was starting to get frustrated at how near she was to the point that would allow her to find the release she so clearly wanted… even needed. Still, I wasn't expecting it when she opened her eyes to look at me and plead 'Gary? Help me? Please?'

Even with her plea seeming to come out of nowhere, it took only a few moments for me to move so that I was kneeling on the floor next to her. After we'd shared a couple of impassioned kissed, I lowered my head and began kissing her breasts, and licking them, and softly sucking on the hard pebbles of her nipples. That brought a distinct increase in her excitement — but wasn't enough.

Remembering how she'd started masturbating, I had a sudden inspiration; reaching down between her legs, I used the pad of one finger to begin a soft, rhythmic pressure against the entrance to her vagina… not trying to get my finger into her, only on the outside of her. That proved to be the last bit of stimulation she needed; it wasn't but a couple more minutes before I felt her body freeze as she started to make a high-pitched keening sound that was interrupted by several spasms running through her body. Underneath my finger, I could feel the ring of her opening clenching in time with the waves of pleasure coursing through her; between those periods, small wavelets of her juices would leak out of her, as though they were being pushed out.

Gail had arched off the couch a bit at the beginning of her orgasm; when it was over, she all but collapsed. I held her in my arms as she panted, and shuddered a couple of times with after-shocks. I knew it was really over fr her when she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a fierce hug before declaring 'Oh, Gary! That was wonderful! I never even thought I could feel like that! No wonder they talk that way about orgasms — that has to be the best thing since… since… well, EVER!'

I couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm as I told her 'Now that you've had one, I don't think you'll have too much trouble doing it by yourself from now on.'

She pulled back from me a little bit, and her eyes were wide when she asked 'Really? I can do that by myself, now?', awed at the idea.

'Maybe not that easy at first, but yeah, I think so. Of course, you don't have to do it by yourself; if you want, I can still help you sometimes.'

A bit shyly, she told me 'I think I want. I… I liked what you were doing — you know, with my boobs, and there. Not all the time, of course, but sometimes, like you said.'

I smiled, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before she moved into my arms again. I happily held her next to me for several minutes. Only when my back began to complain about supporting her additional weight (remember, I was kneeling next to the couch, and she WAS still thirteen years old) did I give her a pat on the butt, and tell her 'Okay, if you think you're recovered now, I think it's time you got dressed and went home. I think your mom will be home before long, won't she?'

Gail looked over to where I had a clock on the wall, and answered 'Yeah, she will.', with regret.

Several seconds went by without her moving, so I gave her ass a little caress before telling her

'Come on, Gail. You don't want me to get in trouble because your mom came over here and saw us like this, do you?'

I could hear the resignation in her voice when she answered 'No.', followed by easing herself away from me. After she'd sat up, she looked at me in anticipation as she asked 'I can still come over for more help though, can't I? Sometimes?'

' Sometimes', I agreed. 'Just remember that both of us have to be careful so nobody starts thinking anything is happening, okay?'

Solemnly, she said she would; then she stood up and went over to where she'd left her clothes.

My presence, and watching, didn't phase her in the slightest as she got herself dressed again. She came over to where I was sitting at the end of the couch again, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek before saying 'Thank you, Gary. You really helped me a lot, and I feel a lot better, now.

Not just from the orgasm, but knowing that there isn't anything wrong with me — you know, my body, or between my legs.'

I gave her little tush another caress as I answered 'I'm glad I was able to make you feel better, dear — both ways!', teasing her.

She just smiled, kissed my cheek again, and stood up. As she walked away, I watched her cute little buns moving under the shorts she was wearing.

Over the next few weeks, both girls continued to come over every so often, for various reasons.

Sometimes it was both of them, other times, it would be just one of them. In those latter cases, I wasn't the least bit reluctant to be as intimate with them as they indicated they wanted. When time permitted, both of them grew more and more willing to talk to me about what they were feeling and doing, and different aspects of sex. I always answered their questions the best I could, after reminding them that I wasn't the final authority on such things — that they had to learn and decide about some things for themselves. Even so, I had the distinct impression that what I was telling them counted for more than anything else. I also took the opportunity to let each of them know that it was okay with me if they wanted to talk to each other about me — and specifically, about what we did together. It didn't take long for me to know that they were doing just that by the different things each of them said and did.

Gail got involved in some project or other with some other kids at school, which usually had Emma and I alone those afternoons that she didn't opt to stay at home to do her schoolwork. One such afternoon, she was snuggling with me on my lap when she asked me 'Remember when I told you about some of the things I heard the girls at school talking about?'

I assured her that I did, and she went on 'And you know how you had to tell me what they meant by 'eating pussy' and 'blowjobs'? And how I asked you if that was really what people did?'

I answered that in the affirmative, too, and she said 'You told me how I could find out for myself that you weren't just teasing me, and that I should probably think about it — what I'd do if anybody ever said anything to ME about them. Well, I did look that stuff up, and I know you weren't just playing a trick on me or anything. And I thought about that stuff, too, like you said.

At first, I thought they sounded kinda gross; but after a little while, I figured that maybe they weren't so bad. But you've always told me and Gail that sometimes there are things that we have to find out about ourselves before we can really decide what we think about them, and I've thought about that, too. So I was wondering…', her voice trailing off.

I pretty much knew that she wanted to actually try one or the other (or maybe even both — be still, my beating heart!), but I needed for her to actually come out and say what she had in mind.

So I played dumb and asked 'Wondering what, sweetheart?'

'I was wondering if… if maybe I could learn that stuff with you. You know, us actually doing it, I mean.'

'Just so I understand, what do you mean by 'that stuff'?'

'Um… both, I think. The, um, eating pussy, and probably blowjobs, too. I guess you know I don't know anything about that stuff… I mean, I've never even seen a guy naked before. I know that boys have penises and testicles, but I think you're different there when you grow up, just like I'm different from when I was little. So could we?'

Once again, I pretended to be thinking it over so that I wouldn't seem to eager about the idea of finally getting naked with her, and getting each other off. Several seconds ticked by before I answered 'I suppose we can do that, as long as you understand something, first.'